Oriba felt the pressure lift, looking up to see Su Ze release his grip.
But Su Ze's shadow loomed like a vast sky, engulfing him.
Su Ze raised his fist!
Tens of thousands of spectators saw a blinding light erupt from his hand.
Light.
Then sound!
A piercing sonic wail shattered the glasses of those wearing them, lenses fracturing.
After light and sound—shadow!
A gaping hole tore through Oriba's shoulder blade. He spun like he'd been hit by a truck, crashing into the arena wall, splintering it.
A razor-sharp gust, centered on Su Ze, swept hundreds of meters, whipping a crack across the circular arena's barrier!
Su Ze's fist remained raised, as if it hadn't moved, its radiance faded.
The crowd saw… something, yet nothing.
"Lightspeed…" Yamashita Ichiro gasped, his hoarse voice forced out, soul drained.
His "Spring Eye" talent let him alone see what happened.
Su Ze's punch pierced Oriba's shoulder and retracted seamlessly.
Ichiro's nose bled, his soul scorched by the strike.
Tenma Kibou's trio was in chaos.
"Kina, what's wrong?!"
Kina, immobile but insisting on watching, was wheeled in.
But after Su Ze's punch, she collapsed, trembling, skin scalding, steaming.
"So it can be done like this… God Almighty," Kina murmured piously, mouth agape, saliva pooling, moaning, "This is the true revolution!!!"
Tenma's group recoiled.
Mitani Hana wiped sweat.
Kina's honey-dripping fervor seemed scarier than her fighting!
"My training's lacking… I didn't even see that punch!" Kuroki Gensai's heart quaked, his martial soul nearly crushed.
Then it hit him.
"That kid held back…"
Oriba's wound was a clean pierce—manageable.
Add a shred of vibration, and Oriba's organs would've pulped.
So, the question.
Would Su Ze hold back against him?
For the first time, Kuroki felt chills, limbs weak.
Yet, no fear.
He craved that punch!
Even if it killed him, he'd welcome it!
"This…" In Onitake's VIP box, Misaki Kin watched the broadcast, stunned.
Nitoku's mouth dried. "Is this kid your organization's new lab project?"
Misaki shook her head, countering, "What's your win rate?"
Near certain death!
Nitoku forced out, "Maybe I could win with technique."
Misaki frowned, brooding.
"Beat Kuroki, and the Kengan's yours… What's the worry?" Nitoku asked, sensing her doubt.
"He's been half-out of the organization for a while… and his ties with them were never good," Misaki sneered. "Now it's up to Rum."
Knowing Rum, he'd likely rig the endgame for certainty.
Then, a cryptic voice crackled in her earpiece.
"Brandy's with the Wu Clan."
"Plan's changed."
"Full support for Nitoku's victory!"
Misaki's pupils shrank.
Arena
Silence gripped the crowd, countless eyes on Su Ze and his raised fist.
That fist had struck at light's speed.
"This is the normal attack I wanted!!!"
Su Ze's grin was ecstatic, lost in the punch's marvel.
Landing it felt euphoric.
His cells sang, humming hymns of joy and worship.
But soon, he snapped out.
Not enough, not enough, not enough!
This burst skill was far from sufficient!
He needed a move that burned half his stamina in one go!
Sonic Fist plus Six Paths Skybreaker was just a "small skill," barely denting a tenth of his stamina!
After felling Oriba, Su Ze didn't forget business. Amid roaring cheers, he circled the arena, harvesting waves of desire points.
The organizers amped the mood, dousing the lights, spotlighting Su Ze with a rainbow beam.
In this scene, even passersby gave triple-digit desire points!
They'd witnessed a legend's birth.
Something to brag about forever.
Medics slipped in, carting Oriba away.
The spotlight lingered on Su Ze for five minutes!
His final haul left him stunned.
[Total Desire Points: 231,049]
Over 230,000 points!
From a match under ten minutes!!!
This was the true Kengan!
Forget War Demon bloodlust or the Kengan presidency—child's play!
His golden finger was his true foundation!
Too damn satisfying.
With 230,000 points, harvesting an underworld demon would send him soaring!
"Mr. Su Ze, time to leave," a staff member whispered cautiously.
Lingering would dent his aura.
Reluctant, Su Ze followed, preserving his mystique for the crowd's fervor.
"Gotta visit Kanoh Ron someday—wrestlers know how to work a crowd," he mused.
"If my desire point range could cover the whole arena… I'd hit a million this round!"
Regretfully, system-related wishes cost too much for now.
Leaving the arena, Su Ze skipped the lounge, heading to Kurapika's VIP box.
Group A's semifinal—Nitoku vs. Kuroki Gensai—piqued his interest.
Plus, staying raked in more points.
Win-win.
But as he reached the box, eager to watch, a jaw-dropping announcement echoed.
"Motorhead Motor… forfeits!"
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